163. kiss

After leaving the bar having a great time I pick up weed. And drive twenty minutes away.

He sits in my car. Talking.

He lights a cigarette. I yawn. His brother and friend grab the weed and roll. He goes in and out of the store he stands outside of it and lights another cigarette. I hug him while his arms were folded. I asked him to hug me back. He said he doesn’t hug drunk people. I stopped hugging him. And stood by the truck staring out to the road. My eyes were watering really bad. I thought to myself how do we end this. And he walked over to me not facing me but leaning his body back on me. My initial reaction were my hands spreading out around him and I pushed my weight foreward holding him up. My hands were around his stomach. My head resting on his back. He was talking to his brother and his hands covered mine.

The thought I thought earlier disappeared from my head. And all I could think about was how are my hands staying so warm?

When I walked away he chased after me. He kissed me hard. The typical movie chase.

I couldn’t feel my knees.

He asked me when I was leaving for florida..

He kissed me and told me he’d be around my house in a few hours so I should nap in between. His brother hugged and kissed my cheek.

I was smiling. I woke up with his text asking if I was awake. But I wasn’t.

I was an hour too late.

After I ran errands. He found me on the road. I stopped my car.. and he kissed me again. Then got out. No words. Just actions.

He called me.

Ugh. Why does one kiss get me this twisted.

Off to work I go.

-L